in which I become a graffiti artist cheerleader

As it turns out, Girl2’s greatest challenge is not knowing the stuff; it’s believing that she knows the stuff.

Girl1 is blessed with the “I can do that” attitude familiar to those of us who know the Brother. Girl2 is not so lucky. She likes a good worry, a panic about imponderables. After a meltdown in the caravan on Sunday, I decided it was time for a strong statement.

A strong statement that looks good.

Ditzy phoned to talk about neurologists and support groups; I kept interrupting with “aw, wait to you hear this one…” I was lost in Pinterest.

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I’m sure it won’t be quite so easy as all that, but I had fun- they thought I’d gone OTT even before they got into the bedroom…
All you need is a permanent marker 🙂
Oh, imagine the damage I could do if I were artistic!!